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I give out a huge sigh. “I don’t fucking know anymore. A few months ago I would have jumped at the chance of a rematch. Now, with everything that’s happened, with Carter asking me to be with him. Getting to know him…” I shrug again. “What should I do? Would you go?”

My brother is a good barometer. He might be slightly more bonkers than me in some ways, but we’re on the same page in most others. His face sharpens, and there’s a look I’ve not seen before in his eyes.

“Like you, a few months ago, it would have been a definite yes. But I’m in Ireland, and as you know, my Queen Bee is here, with my baby. Evie is here with the kids. Jude is coming the day after tomorrow. My life is about more things than sex now. So, no, brother, I won’t validate your actions. You have to decide.”

He’s serious. Wow, never saw that one coming.

“Can’t I have both? How would Carter know?” I smirk, and half playfully shrug.

And he lasers me back a ‘get a grip’ look. “Jackson, you know you wouldn’t be able to do it. I know you’ve been a halfbaked fuckboy for years. But you’re honest with it. It’s one or the other, or none.” He eyeballs me, then grins. “Come here to Ireland, join in the fun. We’re still hunting the thief.” His expression shifts, pain written all over it now. “I’m scared shitless it’s my Queen Bee.”

“Fuck, really?”

He nods and squeezes his eyes shut. “Yep. So if you fancy a little getaway, come here. Fuck them both off.” And he’s back. “You’ll make the right decision. Now fuck off, I’m on Rio duty. I’ll ring you when she’s up in the middle of the night and you’re in LA.” He smiles widely, and I return it.

“See you, brother,” I say and hang up, blowing out a long breath.

What am I going to do? I can’t think here surrounded by all things Carter.

So I shove my belongings into a bag and skulk out without a word, like a thief in the night.

29

Mr Jameson Bonney

“Are we all set?”My voice rings out in the large empty dining room.

“Yes, sir. We’ve booked and cleared this room, as well as the conference room next door.” I nod imperiously. “I’ve also booked every room on the top floor, so nobody else will be up on that floor. I’ll post security at the entrances just to be sure.”

“I don’t want them to look at him directly. So if you can’t manage that before he comes, set them up in position after he’s with me.” He nods and notes it on his checklist. “Have you got all the same paperwork?”

He nods. “Yes sir, all as requested. All items requested have been delivered to your suite.” His eyes scan down his information. “I’ll wait by the door nearest the entrance, and as soon as he arrives, we’ll complete the paperwork in here. Just the two of us. I’ll then show him up via the staff elevator in the corner.” He points to a discreet elevator, and I nod in satisfaction. The set up is perfect.

“Thank you. I appreciate your discretion. I know this is out of the ordinary,” I say in a clipped tone. The fewer people who know, the better.

I head up to my suite. It overlooks the car park on one side, and I station myself at the window, behind the one way glass I know they have here. It’s a perfect location to look out and not be seen.

My breath stutters in my chest when I see the motorbike pull into the parking lot. He’s come. I should have done this months ago. Why the hell have I waited? I could have been having fun. But would it have been the same? Maybe magnificent one-nighters are that for a reason—you can never replicate them, no matter how hard you try, and then you’re just disappointed. And my timings have not worked out. It would have been too impossible to set up.

But watching his large, sleek body clamber effortlessly off the bike, the long athletic legs in jeans, his beautiful torso covered by a leather jacket… He’s divine. I close my eyes and I can feel him, surrounding me, touching me. Allowing me to take him, thrusting wildly into him without any inhibitions, any way I wanted. He’s hedonism on Earth, wild and free. Nobody else would ever have seen that side of him. I gloat on that fact.

What is he doing? He’s looking at his phone constantly. I can’t hide my smirk. It’s probably one of his other lovers. Or maybe his family, I know they are close knit. He starts to stride up and down the car park. My heart rate is picking up with every step he takes. By the time he makes a move towards the entrance, I feel like I’ve run a marathon. He’s scoping out the area—well, I suppose he is security to the core—and I watch as he stands, staring into the dining room through the windows.

Hurry up. This is torture. I want to feel that skin on mine, explore that body with my hands. Hold that huge cock in my mouth. Allow him to thrust into my throat. Pull him in harder,faster. Eat him up with my eyes. But never allow him to do the same.

Will he submit again to being blindfolded? He knew that was the arrangement. And he’s here. My heart clatters in my chest. My breathing still laboured.

On the other hand, should I really be bothering with a man who is not out as gay, a man who is only about pleasure. But then, so am I. We can give it to each other and walk away. It’s the perfect setup for a man like me.

Wait. What is he doing? I scowl through the window, the barest reflection striking back at me. He’s back near his motorbike, the helmet that had freed that soft silky hair is back in his hand. Is he leaving?

No fucking way. He is actually leaving me. Standing me up. Dumping me.

I see the instant he makes the decision to bail. He even looks up at the windows on the hotel. Can he feel me? My eyes on him. Watching him. Is our connection that strong?

I send out my wants and desires into the universe. Pushing out that energy with as much force as I have. Maybe it will deliver them to me.

But it’s not to be.